Composers: Mick
Jagger & Keith Richards
First release: single,
February 1966
Recording date: December
1965 Recording
location: RCA Studios, Los Angeles, USA
Producer: Andrew
Oldham Engineer:
Dave
Hassinger
Performed onstage: 1966-67,
1997-98, 2005

Probable line-up:
Drums: Charlie
Watts
Bass: Bill Wyman
Electric guitars: Keith
Richards (incl. main riff) & Brian Jones
Lead vocals: Mick
Jagger
Background vocals: Mick
Jagger & Keith Richards
Piano: Ian
Stewart
You're the kind of person you meet at certain
dismal, dull affairs
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud,
running up and down the stairs
Well it seems to me that you have seen too
much in too few years
And though you've tried, you just can't hide,
your eyes are edged with tears
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes,
here it comes
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
When you were a child you were treated kind
but never brought up right
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys
but still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you owes a million
dollars tax
And your father's still perfecting ways of
making sealing wax
Oh who's to blame?
That girl's just insane
Well nothing I do don't seem to work
It only seems to make matters worse
So please
You were still in school when you had that
fool who really messed your mind
And after that you turned your back on treating
people kind
On our first trip I tried so hard to rearrange
your mind
But after awhile I realized you were disarranging
mine
Here it comes
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
TrackTalk
We had just done 5 weeks' hectic work in the States and I said, Dunno about you blokes, but I feel about ready for my 19th nervous breakdown. We seized on it at once as likely song title. Then Keith and I worked on the number at intervals during the rest of the tour.
Yeah (I played the lead guitar on that song).
I played a small-bodied Framus on that one.
Not the red Framus bass that I used a lot onstage around that time but
the one with the brown and yellow stripes across it that looked like a
humbug. It was semi-acoustic. Andrew (Oldham) or Keith said something like,
Why
don't you do something at the end there, some kind of a lick that will
fill up the space between the vocals and the band? I came up with that
Bo Diddley thing really, I just bounced the string with the top of my finger
on the pickup, and ran my finger down the string. That is what created
that so-called "dive-bombing" sound. Can't do it on guitars I own now.
At the time Glyn Johns did a remix of the
song which brought Mick's vocal out more, but Andrew (Oldham) rejected
it.
We're not Bob Dylan, you know. It's not supposed
to mean anything. It's just about a neurotic bird, that's all. I thought
of the title first - it just sounded good.
It's alliterative.
Mick's always written a lot about (the other
generation). A lot of the stuff Chuck Berry and early rock writers did
was putting
down that other generation.
19th Nervous Breakdown... is not very
good, really.